<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:14:35.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>criss-crossed</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109965904100919644</id><published>2004-11-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:53:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourbadhabit.blogspot.com"&gt;www.yourbadhabit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109965904100919644?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109965904100919644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109965904100919644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965904100919644' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109956997334582149</id><published>2004-11-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:56:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fine. lol yeah rui i remember the miss soh ball(x jazreel kept taking it!. and nobody else wanted it. AHA AND THE .. [ iforgot that indian teachers name ] ball(x(x . ohfuck. s`sad jazreels in her penannnnng. with her shuying): bah trngs more tiring now. 3primary 6's from.. pei chun primary came t train with us today. yupps. the 2 in the blue uni were &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; goood. but the one in the red. she was just super tall. like taller than me ):&lt; evil. lol at the beginning of trng i was standing behind her going " JIA JIA WHOSE TALLER " omygosh ahahahah then jiaolian just pushed me from behind and was like " ni men zhai shuo she mo " AHAHHAHAHAHAAH okay not so funny. but it was back then. jia was laughing straight for 5mins. then she tripped on the ball cos she was laughing(x(x(x lol. anyhow. shes taller than me. and howcome chris doesnt come for trng anymore): boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109956997334582149?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109956997334582149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109956997334582149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109956997334582149' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109945280983401932</id><published>2004-11-03T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:33:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>renee is &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;. lol she called 10mins ago and asked if i wanted to go to the &lt;strong&gt;zoo&lt;/strong&gt; with her. ahha my darling moo( : ohh sheeeeeeeeeeesh i slept at 510am yesterday. well about 510. cos i checked my phone at 5am. hrm. smsed a couple of people but they only replied in the morning so i couldnt be assed to reply them (: lol. bush is so gonna win kerry. uh huh. okay back to myself. urhs, i woke up at 930): &lt;em&gt;-yawn&lt;/em&gt;? my sisters were at school and my stupid maid prolly went out with her boyfriend again. hhhrrrm. yey we`re all going to mrskees house on the 9th which is ... a few days to go :D hah bbqpartay. im spossed to get lots &amp; lots &amp;amp; lots of chips. hehhh. cant wait for bball camp too( : i bet jesshhreels really excited about mrs kees place. lol she kept saying she wanted t see her &lt;strong&gt;favourite&lt;/strong&gt; missoh yesterday during trng, so cute( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109945280983401932?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109945280983401932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109945280983401932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945280983401932' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109928109794447864</id><published>2004-11-01T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:51:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE GOT SECOND PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. everyone i hates coming t PR next year. ohgod. OHGODGODGOD. celene and me were like. ugh. we hate those people): ): most of them. i mean theres the slut. the other slut. the other slut. that annoying one. the loner. and the boring one etc.etc. renee and bevrlys going PE): renees leavinnnnnngggggg): my dearie partner who pulled up all my grades. ( : ( : i love renee:D hohum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109928109794447864?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109928109794447864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109928109794447864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109928109794447864' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109923302387061757</id><published>2004-10-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:30:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol today was a fucking bad day. yet it was awesome( :&lt;br /&gt;hoho. i went over t michies dads house in the afternoon right. ahah her dad fetched martin and marcus home. lol and we wento orchard. i bought 8 shagbands. okay then we wento get neos. oh sheeeesshshshshhsdshigs. we havent finished taking the neos right -rolls eyes. michelle thought we were done. so she ran out. then i was like NO NO NO then chased after her with my bad =/ then the next few people went in. AND THEY JUST POSED FOR THE PICTURES? i mean they SHOULD KNOW RIGHT. the neoprint machine dont just take pics of you when you dont pay. DUMBFUUCKCKCKCKS.. ugh. so anyway. we were so annoyed and just wento decorate our pictures. LOL and when we went there. 2 people like this man and woman were decorating our pictures?!!??!? we were like. UHHHHHH their not even yours the fucking hell. our 10buckos man. WASTED. we only got 3 pictures. hmm. then&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i wento pierce my ear&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D:D haha.  yey. ouch laaaaa. hrmm. so we decided t go back t her dads place. heh. we wento the wrong busstop [ stupid michelle ] and we missed our bus =x argh. yeah then wento church etcetc. ate dinner out. etcetc. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109923302387061757?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109923302387061757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109923302387061757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923302387061757' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109919334975918763</id><published>2004-10-31T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:29:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ew i slept with eyeliner and a huge glump of wax in my hair =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109919334975918763?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109919334975918763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109919334975918763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109919334975918763' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109913905331758138</id><published>2004-10-30T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:24:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was. boring. loll. wento church with ann after trng( : had t leave trng early):): eurghghgh. so sad laaaaaaaaaa. but alot of people didnt show. lingen.. hmmm, chris cos she was sick =/ =/ =/ yingxin, sarah and shuying were sick or something they were wearing their uni. heh. jia left earlier. only 3 sec3s came ):  pooop. i wento shell with celene bought 2 bags of chips and bread( : celene bought 2 breadish stuffs:D lol. we walked so far la -glances at celene. lol.. thanks renee for the chocolate :D:D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:DLDKDD:SNSJBD took pictures with beverly and weizhen cam. lol jia ens so retarded. duck duck duck.. MY duck(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109913905331758138?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109913905331758138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109913905331758138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109913905331758138' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109903769235955690</id><published>2004-10-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:14:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid whore. your so dumb and fugly i swear even sheep wont fuck you. cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm. today was kay. yey cant wait for monday. lol last day and i wont have to see that fugly face of hers anymore:D well at least till next year. ugh. bought my books today( : omgooshhh i love the sweet eunice gave me :D :D it turns your tongue the colour in like. 2secs. oooowiiie. hawhawhahwsdjbs meh. the whatever dance we had to do was LAME. lame lame la-ame. :D lol stupid beckkyyy wento shout my name ): ahah beckys my wife now :D at the museum, lol we were just hugging and holding hands so all the kids around us kept staring and thought we were homosexual. AHAHAHAHAHAH (x okay anyway. sylvia and beverly and nice people who brought their cams( : lol. ohyea, thanks denise for the burnt bread file :D lol. awww IM SO FRICKIN SORRRRRRRRRRYYY I BROKE THE BOTTOM. EHEHEHEHHEOHOHOHOOHO SOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY (: eheh. cos there were loads of papers and stuff innit and it. popped. broke. whatever :D ehe? EHE? EHEHE? oops la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109903769235955690?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109903769235955690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109903769235955690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109903769235955690' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109896531481020176</id><published>2004-10-28T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:08:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god you fugly bitch. [ noone from our class ] but you freakin slut. SLUT SLUT SLUT x486230942904724723 you should KNOW im talking about you. YOU&lt;strong&gt; YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna DAO you. DAAAAAOOOOOOOO you the fuucking hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hrmm. anyway todays training was good. lingen cheer up kay( : theres GOT TO be a way. i swear( : were not gonna let you go &lt;strong&gt;just like that&lt;/strong&gt;. ho. well all beg beg beg your dad. &lt;strong&gt;we love you lings( : smooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but not you, you prurient nincompoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109896531481020176?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109896531481020176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109896531481020176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109896531481020176' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109885924393487517</id><published>2004-10-27T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:40:43.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi world. heh.&lt;br /&gt;im bored i just came back from 7eleven, with peewee( :&lt;br /&gt;i went t pass her the squash shirt and she passed me the 15buckos. finally ey. lol there were so many indians there(x and really singlishy people :D peewee better not turn into one of emm. hrmm. reportbooks tomorrow. hohaho. loll i remember that day in the library jo, her senior, jaz, me and. .. and and and.. AUDRIE. ohyeah. lol we were just making fun of kim wakerman like.. woah. ahahahha jolyn is evil laaa. hrmmms. the dance went kay today :D i guess. tara cant dance though, she looks retarded when she jumps ahha. i told her ( : and she just hit me. beverly. beverly. BEVERLY. she hit me when laughin [turd] about a million times today. goddd. jolyn and me made fun of her, as usual ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109885924393487517?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109885924393487517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109885924393487517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109885924393487517' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109869778223828443</id><published>2004-10-25T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:49:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo ive been told i looked like olinda 21 times today. by different people. even miss soh said so): lol boohoooo. i &lt;strong&gt;dont &lt;/strong&gt;look like herrrrr. do i? evil evil evil ( : anywayy. im s`scared mr ang will come looking for me tmr eeeeeee. cos he was staring at my hair for like 10secs in the staff room. jazreels scared for me toooo( : hoorahs. lol eh? anyway. wento waffletown after school:D yum. i bought spaghetti. blah. went with yingxin beatrice cheryl zhiying charissa cherrie audrie jolyn renee jazreel.heh only? i forgot who else went( : yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109869778223828443?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109869778223828443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109869778223828443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109869778223828443' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109861976320763143</id><published>2004-10-24T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:09:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oo this is the first time ive got my hair cut and actually &lt;strong&gt;liked&lt;/strong&gt; it lolls. yeah baby (: okay. are we wearing p.e or dress tomorrow? holyshits. i dont wanna get booked for the wrong uni again) : poop. so my family ate out again for dinner. then my mom dropped my dad home and took us t untd square. plusplus. today went uber well( : ilovemyhair hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109861976320763143?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109861976320763143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109861976320763143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109861976320763143' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109851235566417382</id><published>2004-10-23T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:19:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>add my NEW account ( : &lt;a href="mailto:YOURBADHABIT@HOTMAIL.COM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOURBADHABIT@HOTMAIL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is like my 8th account ( : AHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109851235566417382?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109851235566417382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109851235566417382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109851235566417382' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109842981647351066</id><published>2004-10-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:23:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired): today was the boringestetstststtst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109842981647351066?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109842981647351066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109842981647351066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109842981647351066' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109836227165760037</id><published>2004-10-21T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:37:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh god people are pissing me off. you. you you AND you. jesus. i hate the four of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): okay anyway todays trng was nice. christopher looks like olinda. michelles over ( : she stayed over last night, hoho. shes gonna buy me 12 shag bands. but i still haveto pay her back ): lol.&lt;br /&gt;go michaye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109836227165760037?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109836227165760037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109836227165760037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836227165760037' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109826490401579021</id><published>2004-10-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:35:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol today was FINE. hahhahh. lol miss lee warned us not t play ball in the corridoors but we didnt listen.argh. so miss tan came down and scolded uss. PSSSH. scolded denise, me, chris, fush, rui. all bballers. hohum. i dont know when she was scolding us i JUST FELT LIKE LAUGHING. lol so i was biting my lip and smiling at the same time. mustve looked like some foolish moron. lol nowonder misstan turned t look at me for like 20seconds. scared shell tell mrsB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bitchh everyone hates you. yes &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109826490401579021?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109826490401579021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109826490401579021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109826490401579021' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109819107690117459</id><published>2004-10-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:04:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> WHAT ARE WE WEARING TOMORROW. jolyn doesnt know ): i forgot what jaz told me ahhaha. so fush me jaz supposedly went t macs for dinner but we ended up not buying anythying anyhowwwww. soo. lol went t bodyshop t look for my eyeliner BUT I COULDNT FIND IT THERE. so we went over t watsons. hahahh. with jazreel. yeapps. and you know whattthefuck happened. i bought a brow liner instead of an eyeliner cos I WAS BUSY SMSING *(Y*@&amp;amp;#)@^#() ahwells. wasted some buckos. fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109819107690117459?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109819107690117459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109819107690117459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819107690117459' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109809040040443108</id><published>2004-10-18T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:06:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;omfffffssssss u lovveee joe cartooons superfly HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow my frickin head. im so wasteddd. ahahahhahahahahha ahohohohohoho wasted that makes me wanna get naked and jump on the dog ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this entrys in orange. lol stopd it dont go talking about my momma or ill kick your fuckin ass. whose santas little bitch huh? your santas little bitch. dont go talkign about my momma that way. AHAHHAHAHAHAahhAiohsahhaahsioaiodiohsdihsfk;sdf ahahha shiiittt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jiiiiiaaaaaaa thanks for the site!&lt;br /&gt;aghahhahahaha omg the sites so effing gooooooodddddd. st.dickless! LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;ahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;omg i loooooooov today( :::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;results results results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109809040040443108?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109809040040443108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109809040040443108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109809040040443108' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109790941996805088</id><published>2004-10-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T14:50:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;goshhh i just loved todays trng(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol IHAVEMYREASONS. cept the last part when jiaolian kept teaching me howta shoot penalties cos i cant do it right. hohum. but trng was nice. yey im proud of our celene+yingxin+me group who won the break. okaay. so. yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109790941996805088?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109790941996805088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109790941996805088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109790941996805088' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109782893394382748</id><published>2004-10-15T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:28:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MMMY INTTTERRRNET EXPLORER IS F-F-FIXED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.hoots! martin and marcus are ova. BUT WHO CARES. lets talk about yesterday(:&lt;br /&gt;we had trng blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets talk about 2days ago.&lt;br /&gt;bballers+ncc+ nicolette+ audr[e?]y wenta watch a movie and eat dinner at that weird jap food stall. lol. i watched dodgeball with nick met shiuan and her people(: shes sooooo sweet. ahha. saw julie and hannah and jiajun. OHYES we met peeewee and her PEOPLE  at the wweird jap place. hahhh. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM DONE. friendster here i come(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109782893394382748?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109782893394382748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109782893394382748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109782893394382748' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109755829264369482</id><published>2004-10-12T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T13:18:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;neh av&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;you be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;girl and let&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;o that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dirty &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dance witchu&lt;/span&gt;. mommy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;shake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that sexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bo&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;hh, i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nasty girl.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; now&lt;/span&gt; tell me is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nasty g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;irl you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109755829264369482?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109755829264369482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109755829264369482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109755829264369482' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109732560948786778</id><published>2004-10-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:40:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meh meh meh. jia en thought squidward was an octopus.! hahah SOCUTE.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i have tuition tomorrow. hohah. and i had tuition yesterday and yesterdaysyesterday and yesterdaysyesterdaysyesterday all the way from the day before exams(: i need a haircut man. my hair doesnt spike. i mean CANT. like how gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109732560948786778?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109732560948786778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109732560948786778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109732560948786778' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109712901743714113</id><published>2004-10-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T14:03:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1M 5UpP05Ed 2 B StArdYinG Ge0G ^^ BArT 1m NoRt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (: hoho. okay i was bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109712901743714113?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109712901743714113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109712901743714113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109712901743714113' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109663807496718240</id><published>2004-10-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T21:41:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHITE CHICKS DA FUNNIEST MOVIE AV EVER EVER EVER WATCCHHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicks and me were laughing our assssssses off in the cinema today. HOHOHOHO. omg its ever so fucking funny. all the crude jokes about niggerrrs. iloved how they immitated the girls. y`all better go catch it man. HECK i know there are exams next week. lolllolllolllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109663807496718240?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109663807496718240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109663807496718240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109663807496718240' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109644890378081999</id><published>2004-09-29T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:08:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rawr i failed chinese oral today. but im not sad.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I step outside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody claims to see the light&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that all of us have lost our patience&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone thinks they're right&lt;br /&gt;And nobody thinks that there just might&lt;br /&gt;Be more than one road to our final destination&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're all going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Because all along, we've been going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of playing games&lt;br /&gt;Of looking for someone else to blame&lt;br /&gt;For all the holes in answers that are clearly showing&lt;br /&gt;For something to fill the space&lt;br /&gt;Was all of the time I spent a waste&lt;br /&gt;Cause so many choices point the same way I was going&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're all going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Because all along, we've been going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;Going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;Same direction (same direction)&lt;br /&gt;So why does there only have to be one correct philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go and follow you just to end up like one of them&lt;br /&gt;And why are you always telling me what you want me to believe?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that I can&lt;br /&gt;Go my own way and meet you in the end&lt;br /&gt;Go my own way and meet you in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're all going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Because all along, we've been going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;Going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;Going in the same direction&lt;br /&gt;Same direction (same direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109644890378081999?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109644890378081999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109644890378081999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109644890378081999' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109636980324759157</id><published>2004-09-28T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:10:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;miss low was such a bitch today. hohumm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lets do the hula under coconut treesss EHE? `stares at jolyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol. so cuuute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joan GO BREAK WITH HIM. after you get your phone. muahhmuahhmuahhhhhhahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109636980324759157?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109636980324759157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109636980324759157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109636980324759157' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109608786830113084</id><published>2004-09-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T12:51:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loll last night was well. not what i expected but fun anyhoooww. hoho. i bonded with chris alot. like we walked ard the track 7 times talking and talking. hoots. shes uber nice. uh huh didnt eat dinner. just got drinks a little brownie andddd like 3sticks of satay(: hahah. WE WENT TO FUSHANGS HOUSE. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS DENISE? HAHAHAH MOOOHAHAHAHHA. i sat on rs's bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAWR YEY. hahahah and ive got paper from her notebook. (: i rock. okay, i pebble `stares at celene. lol in jazreels house both of us were swoooooooning over gaoxing! HOT HOT. whoosh. the basketball player in that mvp show. hyucks, we both got great taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109608786830113084?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109608786830113084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109608786830113084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109608786830113084' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109601276495073865</id><published>2004-09-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:59:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in jazreellsss house(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109601276495073865?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109601276495073865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109601276495073865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109601276495073865' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109583987593895752</id><published>2004-09-22T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:57:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was nicenicenice. spent the first half of the day &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;making fun&lt;/span&gt; of harry and ron, snape and dumbledore. lollss. hohah. heres the site, go watch the clips yall. its freakin &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;funnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterpuppetpals.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;www.potterpuppetpals.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109583987593895752?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109583987593895752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109583987593895752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109583987593895752' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109568910421203880</id><published>2004-09-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:05:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol today was fckng fuunnnyy(x(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jasmine&lt;/span&gt;- a whole new worlddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aladdin&lt;/span&gt;- dont you dare close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jasmine&lt;/span&gt;- *closes eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aladdin&lt;/span&gt;- *kicks her off the flying carpet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf ahahahhahahahohoohohhohoo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INSIDEJOKE(X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109568910421203880?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109568910421203880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109568910421203880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568910421203880' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109560102998617038</id><published>2004-09-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:37:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;so. today..&lt;br /&gt;my sisters and me had tuition this morning. after that my mom took us all to thomson plaze we got &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haagendaz&lt;/span&gt; [sp?] icecream. yeapps. my mom just went &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boutique to boutique&lt;/span&gt; to buy her stupid blouses that cost like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;100bucks&lt;/span&gt; each but she &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to buy me a new &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abercrombie and fitch&lt;/span&gt; shirt which cost like only &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;35bucks&lt;/span&gt;. screw her. dehhs.&lt;br /&gt;then we went fishing at pierce. it was all wet cos it had just raineddd. almost fell into the sick disgusting water. my mom is definately pmsing man. hmms. okay after all that fishing crap &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[we didnt catch anything.]&lt;/span&gt; we went to untd square and had &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;macs&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. yeapps. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109560102998617038?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109560102998617038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109560102998617038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560102998617038' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109548126269925936</id><published>2004-09-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:21:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i messed up my english oral&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bigtime&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argh x34739462384630&lt;br /&gt;fuckit man.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know there was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;conversation after picture&lt;/span&gt;. and stood up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;wtfh. and i didnt talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;foreground,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; took the photo. where it was at. whether the pic was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;candid&lt;/span&gt; or posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;lets hope i dont fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RRRRRAAAAWWWRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109548126269925936?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109548126269925936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109548126269925936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109548126269925936' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109541142274995458</id><published>2004-09-17T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:57:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>terday was fine... normalllll averrragggggeee daayyyyyy. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hella boring&lt;/span&gt;. rawrs. wanted to bitch slap miss low during math remediall. arghs. she told us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7times&lt;/span&gt; [yes i counted] that we were having math remedial not to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;waste time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmmmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109541142274995458?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109541142274995458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109541142274995458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109541142274995458' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109532164359091647</id><published>2004-09-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:00:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trng &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt;. match &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt;. cussa the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rainnn&lt;/span&gt;. jesus. arghhhs. s'sad man. we were all looking forward t this match. ahwells. today mrs mao didnt come(x so this reallyreally weird singlified teacher came in. first impression; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;real bad&lt;/span&gt;. hohoho. imean i swear in every sentence there will be either leh loh lah wor etcetcccss. and her okays arent &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;. theyre &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ogey&lt;/span&gt;. wtf. and her teeth. lets say they arent the nicest teeth ive seen(: jia achieved a correct jumpp toddayy(: imean like yeahhh. her styles &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sooperdeedooper&lt;/span&gt; uniqe ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109532164359091647?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109532164359091647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109532164359091647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532164359091647' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109523260962146928</id><published>2004-09-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:16:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolls today wus nicceee(: yesterdays trng was superdeedooper(x lols. okaaayy ssoo. today we had normal everythings. everythings everythings. didnt get scolded by any of the teschers i think. heh LOL. ohyesyesyes; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WZ AND STACE!&lt;/span&gt; hahahs. i forgot today was sept15 so i forgot to bring staceys present =x and when jia brought the huge cat basket she me jaz and fush shared i mocked her. LOL? ahahaha hoho. okay then. my bad(x(x tomorrows the match! -screams. its not really fair though. 13year olds playing against 17year olds?! the fff. ahwells. bishan ite(: -snorts. pfft yeha right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109523260962146928?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109523260962146928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109523260962146928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109523260962146928' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109507057151850195</id><published>2004-09-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T18:16:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh i got lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mushroom&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;youlooklikefushang&lt;/span&gt;'s today. hyucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109507057151850195?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109507057151850195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109507057151850195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507057151850195' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109498598104790254</id><published>2004-09-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:46:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my hairrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-shrieks. my hair=(&lt;br /&gt;cut it just now. arghhhhh. freakin chinese lady. argh argh argh. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109498598104790254?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109498598104790254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109498598104790254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109498598104790254' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109491751820009872</id><published>2004-09-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:45:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmmhhmmm. martin and marcus just left 5mins ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gargh&lt;/span&gt;. my dog went crazy just 10mins ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gargh x2.&lt;/span&gt; hohum. went shopping this afternoon when ellena went to martins house and erica went to some stupid class gathering [which like only 10people turned up] at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;botanical gardens&lt;/span&gt;? ahahahahHAHAHAH, anyhow, ibought new jeans(x hoorah and my maid bought nokia1160i. no 1106i.. eh? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gayyy. rawr, i want that phone by my mom said im asking fer toomuch cuz ilost my previous phone and broke my second. blarghs. couldnt argue with that =X ssooo..&lt;br /&gt;ehehe&lt;br /&gt;eheheeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ivegottuitiontomorrowmorning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gaygaygay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;`SALVATIONISHHHHHEEERRREEEEEEEEE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109491751820009872?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109491751820009872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109491751820009872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491751820009872' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109483917496170109</id><published>2004-09-11T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T01:59:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>michelle and he bros just left&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; 3hours&lt;/span&gt; ago. lol. 3. just. eheheh. okay not funny, iknow. so tomorrow well be getting elissa more jeans(x my moms taking us shopping &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt; ahahahh. ilove my shoebag(; and i still think cheryl &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt; sing(: (: michelle has this weird craving for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fruitella&lt;/span&gt; all the time. i think its really stupid ahahha well just voicing out my thoughhttss. loveyagirl. thanks fer helping with the blog layout. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks uber muchhh&lt;/span&gt;. smucks x4973407 ahhaha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovelovelove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109483917496170109?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109483917496170109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109483917496170109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483917496170109' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109479943734461718</id><published>2004-09-10T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T14:57:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 2 -_- nyehhs. ihavent done my chinese hmk. feck sodead. and my music. argh. okay so i havent done &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blahblehblooh. sobored. ilove my template(x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dont you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the freaking dogs barking at ma neighbours dog. rawr. so noisy. hahah just got off the phone with jazreel. cheryl wus &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; this love, and i can tell you it wasnt all that nice (; hohoho. okay theres history hmk. joy eh. nicks just told mee. -sigh. oh one more time, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ilove peihui and mich&lt;/span&gt; fer helping me with the template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilove peihui and mich x8745848965676762389460326403485&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109479943734461718?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109479943734461718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109479943734461718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109479943734461718' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109475393685980451</id><published>2004-09-10T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T02:18:56.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAH YEYY FINALLY. AFTA what, 3DAYS? my blogs finally up. forca. yawn gna go sleep. nighterrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109475393685980451?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109475393685980451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109475393685980451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109475393685980451' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109472476784032928</id><published>2004-09-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:12:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol eating dinner nowww(x trng was kay today(: hannahs uber nice! lol. hadda leave early though. acks. im full. fullfullfull. garghs. bought my new schools shoes terday. an umbro shoe bag. and a striped &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and white. striped &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;limegreen&lt;/span&gt; and white bra(; hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109472476784032928?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109472476784032928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109472476784032928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109472476784032928' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109463943867438038</id><published>2004-09-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:19:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was hella boring.. argh, woke up at 130 called mich asked if she wanted togo iceskating with me but she couldnt sssooo yeah. didnt wanna go with my sisters -rolls eyes. whent ehy wenta iceskate i followed my mom to meet her bloody ahlian friends. ahahhah there was this &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; couple there, my moms friends bro and his boyfriend.. the fuck? open gays(: loll. anyway everyone was smoking and smoking i sat there playing with my moms phone for 2frickin hours. argh x492395230720 lols. michs still touching up on my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chadmichaelmurray&lt;/span&gt; skin(x hoorah michay. it better be good -threatens. nyehhahh. my mom gave me a miumiu bag. loveher. yey. and tomorrow after trng im gonna get my new school shoes and whatevers. finally. training. NOOO. and theres chinese tuition tonight at 8. wtf. YAKNOW, my mom said if i were allowed to, she would let me switch chinese to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;french&lt;/span&gt;, as in let me take french insteada chinese, but were not allowed): aww -sigh. mmm, just had dinner at bk. stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109463943867438038?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109463943867438038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109463943867438038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109463943867438038' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109458180211433682</id><published>2004-09-08T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T02:30:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yawnyawnyawn. its 230am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nowww. michelle and me are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;still touching up on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chad michael murray skin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yawns. lol bored. felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[colouring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the words]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109458180211433682?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109458180211433682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109458180211433682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109458180211433682' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109457924828332412</id><published>2004-09-08T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T01:47:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay ive decided on a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;chad michael murray&lt;/span&gt; blog insteada a bball one(: ilove michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109457924828332412?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109457924828332412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109457924828332412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457924828332412' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109453657383352343</id><published>2004-09-07T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T13:57:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyy today sucked big timee. URGH, you know i waited for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING 1HOURAND15MINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for miss audrey tan?? aRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -screams. outside the staff rooooom. and every teacher which came out were like wtf. apperently, when i went behind the wall for like 10secs, miss tan came out to look fer me. (*#Y*@ so she thought i left. holyyyyyyyyyyyy. 1hour15mins.. goddamnit. anyways ask me fer details. cantbebothered to type it out. nyehhah. trng was kae. michelles still here. helping me make a new skin fer my blog(: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bball skin&lt;/span&gt; babehhhs(:(: muahah. loveyall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109453657383352343?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109453657383352343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109453657383352343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109453657383352343' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109448443753842342</id><published>2004-09-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:27:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. ouchouchhhhhh ouch ouchhhhhhhh )x)x )x )x )x ERRRKS. we had to kneel on the frickin road. at the novena church; somuch fer concert. ahwells. lolls. uhhh, my knees still fucking hurt when i walk. martin and me were on the road fer exactly 39mins. GAY OR WHAT. anyhowwwww couldnt walk properly afta that. -sniff. i kept grumbling on the spot and slapped martin whenever he pushed me AHHAA. okay then. michs ova now, sitting next tome. next NEXT to me [ that means shes reading this (: (: ] umm. today when playing gb, i was talkign abt unibrows nonstop. AHHA (:] HELGA PATAKI. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAa (: (= =D AHAHHAHAHAB AHAHAQHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAhAHAH michellesd crackig up tooooooo. IMEAN; =D LOLLLLLL. jesus. germans man, germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109448443753842342?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109448443753842342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109448443753842342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448443753842342' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109438396949966795</id><published>2004-09-05T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:32:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celenes so cuuute! im on the phone with her nowwwww. her comps sssooo screwed, lolll. angel. her sis is ssooo cute. lolll. anyhowwww.. my mom ordered kfc, so im fucking full right now. OMG CELENES SO RETARDED. lollllll. her sis is LOL. shes arguing with her sisss , awww, about kicking vaginas and metal panties. (: (: (: sibling rivalry. aaawwwwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109438396949966795?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109438396949966795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109438396949966795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438396949966795' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109432057935231483</id><published>2004-09-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:56:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sothere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109432057935231483?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109432057935231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109432057935231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109432057935231483' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109431378480859950</id><published>2004-09-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:03:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolls. kae wenta pierce to fish again with my mum and her friend and daughtr. hehs. just watched maid in manhattan on vcd, yeah im slow(: but jlo was ugly there. snort. hyucks, anyhow.. ilove ralph fiennes! hes hot and i say so. nyehh. oh im someannnnn, im not gonna put a rose infronta my msn sn, heck ahout the russians(: hope you know what im talking about. bwahahh. bloggings getting ever so boring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109431378480859950?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109431378480859950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109431378480859950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431378480859950' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109420376339178546</id><published>2004-09-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:29:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrmms. today was hella boring. my mum and dad are so frickin nice. omigosh. i was screaming the fuckfuckfuck at them when they said they wouldnt buy me a new phone. i kept arguing back. and since my mum said no i ignored her for like 2hours and she suddenly gave me a frickin lecture on how i shouldnt be rude blarghs. then she said shed get me a new phone(: (: she asked me if i wanted the one like renees. but i said no. -snort. i was still pissed(x so shes taking me phone shopping idontknowwhen. their so nice(: blahhahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109420376339178546?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109420376339178546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109420376339178546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420376339178546' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109413190428198211</id><published>2004-09-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:31:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hated today. hatedhatedhated,hatedhatedhated. arghs. i wuz so pissed i was squeezing this frickin 100plus can and didnt even know i was bleeding. -snorts. celene has elvis presley hair(: we love hot guys that we meet on the road. bwahah. well yeah. kae love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109413190428198211?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109413190428198211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109413190428198211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413190428198211' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109402919984252645</id><published>2004-09-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:59:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kays yesterday was supa fun(: we had teachers day celebrations in school. we didnt do the fucking dance though, geez. imean we practiced somuch. HECK. afta tha we wenta the primary side. all of us, audrie jaz me fush jia rui stace jo etcetc. we met germs ph mp+ there. yeappos. so we visited the teachers and fush kept telling me ilooked somuch like a butch-.- cos i wuz wearing the shirt and tie. blarghs. you evil kung! bushman(: (: bwahahh. afta tha we wenta waffletown to eat lunch. mmms. we stayed there fer bouts 2hours. then we decided to go to orchard. yuhhs. we went to get jias contacts first then we just, well. walked ard. it was so boring. so i asked peewee to stay ova and she took lik 5mins to beg her mom. yeyys she said yes. so i went to peewees house. stayed there fer an hour. played gb. yadas. then we went to my house. mmms. we laughed so frickin much last night cuz we were making fun of her maid. SACKS(: lolls. w/e her maids so frickin funny. sacks sacks sacks. AHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAa. jesus, shermoos bathing now. shes going home at like 530? yuh huhhh, kae then. loveyall -smucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109402919984252645?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109402919984252645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109402919984252645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109402919984252645' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109387575552229538</id><published>2004-08-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:26:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOVE CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/ChadMichaelMurray-2003-1s.jpg"&gt;http://www.vidiot.com/OneTreeHill/images/ChadMichaelMurray-2003-1s.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109387575552229538?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109387575552229538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109387575552229538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387575552229538' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109367815591670392</id><published>2004-08-28T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T15:29:15.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigosh omigoshh elicas sosososooo NIICCEEE. shes so great at mathhh. lolls. and she was ssoo cute today(: shes my fave sec3 senior(:(: ithink. bwahahh. anwss. we didour dance terdayys. stupid cupid&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; yehass. haha&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;kaes. ummm messed up alot. sheeshh. cant remember the part where we do the .. snorkling thing? ahha. lets talk bouts wha celene and me didd. ahahha shitass funny. celene and i took a pad and we stuck it into ruis pocket when she wasnt looking. but she felt summin there. and when she took it out she saw jessica [ who saw us ] laughing REALLY spasticcishly. imean really. she was going hohoho and she was practically bouncing up and downnns. lols. she thought it was jessica so she threw the pad at her face then stuffed it down her shirt and pushed herrrrr. AHAHAHAH. celene and me were &lt;strong&gt;really really on the floor laughing&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahah. yupps.  teachers day on tuesday yallss. ph commeee. ohyes, chris germs sokzhen++ will be theree, hahah yeys. cant wait hehhs? havent seen germs in a hella long time. loveyalll(: smoochers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109367815591670392?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109367815591670392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109367815591670392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109367815591670392' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109360234428331749</id><published>2004-08-27T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:25:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg bloggerrrss such a whorrreeeeeee.. i typed this supa long entry. and. its. gone. the fucckk. arghs. it pisses people off really. typing summin fer sooolonnnggg and when u get back its gone. GONE. acks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia thinks maids are cute(: ilove my mrbean bear. ahahah. and icecream on waffles are .. not. right, jazreel(: ahha love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109360234428331749?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109360234428331749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109360234428331749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360234428331749' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109352122028555614</id><published>2004-08-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T19:53:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aahha todayyys trng wuz shiittass niicceee. chinese test wuz hard &lt;strong&gt;as usual. &lt;/strong&gt;lols. but trng wuz realllyyy funnn(: cos the net broke right. fer our hoop -glances at fush. ahhahahhhs so we played games like to train our passing. teamed with jazreel. cassie and cindy are ssooooo cuuuteee(x theyre always kicking each other away when they cant find grps. ahahahhh. i had to guard cassie and she hadda guard me fer the secondpassing thinggg. shes so supa strongggg. and. she. runs. so. fast. hrmmms. kay back tooooo the first passing game. jaz and me. yeappos. we messed up so bad. we dont go together with a &lt;em&gt;click. &lt;/em&gt;haha yeah but shes really nice(: and chris says sorry tooo both of us jazreel(:(: ahah helping me argue with her at the cooler. -smuacks. =D kayys. hope we can train with misschew morreee. shes so nice and she smiles so muchh more tooo(: bwahhahhs. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109352122028555614?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109352122028555614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109352122028555614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109352122028555614' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109335449822571042</id><published>2004-08-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:34:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol dental checkup mannn. -snorts. shitass embarraassinnnggg. ahhahah cuz i whamed into the chair cos i was running and my back hit the frickin light! lollls. then the dentist wuz like; what are you doing? hehhhsss. so i looked ova at nicks and her whole face was red and she wa son the flooorrr luffinng. evilness. ahwells. poor nicks, stuff. happened. today. today wuz really messed up like we trained at nie. well i spossedly trainnedd.. i couldnt breathee at one point and BLAHBLAH etcetc. yeapps. so i missed like half of it. and i feel sobad cos like all the sec3s came one by one to ask if i wuz okay. cos i dunno shona said i was vibrating? ahahha vibrating. its shaking. shivering. w/e. lolls. elica was so nice(: andand anyways. like i said like cassie cindy thatgirl [ i dont know hr name but shes shitass nice ] ++ asked me if i wuz okay and i just shook my head and waved them off. urppppss. lols. geesh. im somean(: thnks jessica fer the drinkk. and congrats jaz and fang fer becoming prefects. science test tomorrrooowww. garhs. rui.. help? &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109335449822571042?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109335449822571042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109335449822571042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335449822571042' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109326856124092274</id><published>2004-08-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:42:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fantasias ibelieve is so effing meaningful. great song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109326856124092274?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109326856124092274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109326856124092274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326856124092274' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109317385032315679</id><published>2004-08-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:24:10.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooshhahhs today wuz hella funny and funnn. lolls.  woke up at like 1030. went on comp. hah and then renee callledd. said we spossed tomeet at toapayoh fer our geog project. lols. ohyah.. sooooo. i called jazreel [woke her up] and fixed a time with her. when i went there. 130. i met zhiying cheryl jolyn luanzheng on the way innn. they asked me toogo to orchard with them but isaid no(: hahahs. [ heard cheryl almost got knocked down by a taxi!! ahahhaha. freak] anyways, met nicks outside breadtalk i called her and i was like. where areyou. and she went on calling me blind and w/es. i was like wtf are you on about then she said look straight. AHHAH and she was standing like. 3people away from me. geeeeeessssshhh. ahha. wentto starbucks. nicks bought me the chocolate thingee. ahhah yeys. kae then we wenta the cd shop upstairs and waited fer jazreel. met up with her and we wenta macs. fries and everything. and met renee there. yeappos. then we wenta the libraryyy. jaz nicks renee me. met abigail there. we intrviewed her grampa. fer the geog thing. hes really nice(: lols. kae, ata that renee left cos she needa go fer her cell. went with jaz and nicks to take pics of the hdbs ard. wenta buy 2bags o chips in 7eleven while nicks and jaz interviewed the shopkeeper there [ im not in their grp ] ahhas yeapps. she wuz really nice tooo. we wenta the hdb hub place. jaz and nicks interviewed this chinese security guard there, then jaz wenta the toilet nicks helped me interview this malay security guard. geesh, he wasnt very funny. lame asss. he and his friend. i wuz like whats ur name: david beckham. age?: 81.. holy.. lame. and he cracked up..? err. kays. then he asked like a million times if we wanted his number LOL. kays, nonono. he was notsobadlooking anyways.. he said he was 18 but he looked like 20+ and i didnt believe him so i asked fer his id. mmms. 18. kay then. we left and yeahs. went to courts. courtscourtscourts. jaz me nicks interviewed the same guy. this eric guy, aage 26. lol hes so funny. hes damn cutte. ahahha he said he was to lazy to work and he pounded us with somany questions. i mean he wanted more questions so he didnt needa go back to work. hes like the first person who didnt like toapayoh. he said the place has bad facilities. seniorcitizenish. blahblahhs. yupps and he showed us pics of his wife! ahha. he helped us with our proj too kayyy. sonice. ahah lazydick. lols. he helped us do research on the comp. haah yeah then afta that yuhs. back. martin marcus are ova. hrmms. playing with baby. ihateellena. tas everyone. smuacks. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109317385032315679?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109317385032315679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109317385032315679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109317385032315679' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109314356389990553</id><published>2004-08-22T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:59:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyyaaaaaaaaa.. yesterdayy blogger wuz down so i cudnt blog(: i wuz so shitass sleepppyyyyyy. like afta tuition which ended at 11pm. i fell asleep right away. like at 1115 or summin. haha yeapps cos i had like 3hours of sleep the otha dayyyyyyyyyyy. urghs. slept at 3 cos i had to make the effing cards for pushcart.. and woke up at 6 to get ready for pushcart. HEHS? ahwell. so i went early. first person therrreee.. sosad. soon lingen came. like both of us had really little sleep. then summooorre came. onebyone. igot stuck with yingxin to cut the stupid flowers. ohgosh. they wudnt cuttttttt. she had the plier things. and I GOT THE SCISSORS? hehhhhhhh. anyways. we carried the water and laid them all outt. it was ssoooo heavy. those evil boxes. with like 50bottles in them or summin.. my stomach was sssooo acheing. ahwells. we didnt wanna use the trolly thingee anyways. ahahh. then cos i was wearing like asportsbra.. the prefects told mrang?? okay so i went to see him. and he didnt scold me!!!!! aHHAHAaha. i was likeeeee. PHEEEEEEWWWWWww? geeeesshh. imade up some really gay excuse anyways. ahaha. they bought it. lols. fush jaz andme wenta the basketball place. badminton netball bowling chess etcetc. hahhh yeah. and we played badminton fer abt half an hourrr. with clara our senior. shes socute(: aha yeappos. well then we went back to help with our stall cos our gel thing was selling like crazyyyyyy. like 100orders? ahah maybe. yeah so i was taking down all the names and hadda tell like the 10people who were makign them the names and whatevers. goddd. all the customers just came at one shot. this that this that. so i hadda ask beverly to help me(: ended at 430. helped them pack up. mum came at 5. took us to get our dinner. and yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.so yeaps open house wasnt as fun as i and emily expected it tobe. wasnt fun atall. ATALL. urghs. muarkers peoplee. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109314356389990553?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109314356389990553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109314356389990553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109314356389990553' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109300698872520116</id><published>2004-08-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T21:03:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs yeo found wzs blog! gosh. ahahhahh. kay then. hope she doesnt get hea through links(: well todayy we stayed back till like 8pm. charmaine and mer took a bus back. freakyshit. ahahhass. god the pingpong people on tv LOL. haha charmaines here noowwww. waiting fer her mommmie. lolls. poor weizhen dammit. hahas, well dont feel like bloggginngg. cant wait fer open house tomorrrooww. loveyall. muackss. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109300698872520116?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109300698872520116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109300698872520116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109300698872520116' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-10929285924190834</id><published>2004-08-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:16:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today was kaee. like we stayed back afta school jaz yingxin becks jaz. afta chi remedial.. yeapps. we helped mrsbowness do the pushcart stuff fer the open house this sat. lols. we did somuch sticking and cutting and tearinnggg. ahah teh sc.ent. sc enterpriisse.  yeapps. st first becks and me were like wtfs scent? ahahh yeahh. mrsB asked us to go up to say summin tomorrow morning... ERR. all 5 of us were like. WTH NNOOO. ahah infronta the whole school? ahha w/e lollls. kay then we went down to get the paper jazreel bought from popularrr. the metallic blue raawwks. bwahh. i took 3 home to make the cards. one of them has like this shooting starrr. lines! LINES. ahaha the second one. linneeess. the third one wuz like hearrrtsss, haha yeappo. jolyn better lemmi copy her work tomorrow. yeahhh afta she copy jazreels(: lolls. everything shes asking me im telling her ill write in her reply. ahhah cos like. no topic and yeahh.. andand likee howcan they cancel the oc fer the effing olympics.. eurghs. parth oh parthh. send me i believe!. lolls. ohoh the singapore idol people are so messed up ahahhahhs. but theres this. erms. lady she sings really good. with her accent and alll. the lemontree guy was shitass funny. the banana man was so attentionseeking. iliked the guy who. umm tried to do techno. hahah funny dickk.  yey i didnt do sobad fer lit. ahah congrats again renee fer getting highest in class. geessshhh ahhaha you chit! lol chit.  [insidejoke] ohhh during comstudies today celene and me were like. on the floor pulling each others belt. ahahahah and i stole her shoe cos she stole my pencil caseee. and denise helped me! ahhaha HAH. lolls. socutte dammit. oh yeys i finished jos letter. now jaz renee stace wz -siggghh ahha. kae then. loveyyall. smooch- &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-10929285924190834?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/10929285924190834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/10929285924190834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10929285924190834' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109274286597703470</id><published>2004-08-17T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:41:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah yeyyysss. today we went to east coast afta school. bball thing(: hahahhs. we had our egg game atfirst. like. howboring. but the finding the paperplate thing was nice(: we came in third overall. LIKE PHEW. celenes grp haddadrink the sick drink. lols. then jaz me fush and rui went cycling togetha. yeappos. hahahh THANKYOU JAZREEL FOR THE PURDYFUL EARRRINGS(: SMOOCH. lollls. i owe her cash fer a mcfloat we bought macs shiit when we cycled there.. haha yums. ilove floats(: but the fudge tasted so wrong. and it made my hand sticky. jaz and fush rideee so effing faast. OH AT ONE POINT i breaked. i dont knoww whyyyyyyy. i just stopped and fushangs bike smashed into my leg. her tire went crash. ahhaha then there was like 5mins of sorrysorrysorry. but it wasnt her fault(: lol my dog loves spaghettiii. [random] haha yeahs. anyways. chris yingxin me rui fush jaz wenta the beach after that. chris and yingxin wenta the cliffish part. and rui and fush were screaminnngg. so jaz and me wrote our name on the sand many times(; MINE WAS NICERR(; lols jpjp. ohyah then we wanted to wash our hands in the water GEESH. ahahahah the seawater. i was standing there like a dumbfuck ahahah and my whole show got wet.. DOH. shoots. lolll. then that fushiie pushed me. LOL. i didnt fall(: then i pushed her AHAHA she fell! well not fell but stumbled forward and her whole shoe got wet (:&lt;&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109274286597703470?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109274286597703470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109274286597703470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274286597703470' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109266963402499207</id><published>2004-08-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:20:53.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Punk! My kind of friend. You could care less what&lt;br /&gt;other ppl think of you. You want friends who&lt;br /&gt;like you for who you are and not what you have.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure, sometimes you stick fries up your&lt;br /&gt;nose, but thats ok. People love you because you&lt;br /&gt;crack them up immensly! Your amoung friends!&lt;br /&gt;Rate my quiz fellow Homie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/prettyNpunk31636/quizzes/Are%20you%20one%20of%20the%20three%20P"&gt;Are" you one of the three P's? (Punk/Prep/Poser)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109266963402499207?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109266963402499207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109266963402499207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266963402499207' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109247797800696312</id><published>2004-08-14T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T18:06:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah terday was nice(: lols. stayed up till late talking to barn and this morning hadda wake up to go to school. basketball notice board thing. hahahs. ruis noodles rawk(: hahahh. tha celene arrr. she splashed me with somuch water. ahaha garhhh. kayys then shot lotta hoops.then my mum took us to borders. ibought some pcs. like a dollar each. ex. ex.ex hahah saw cher there, hrmms. with her boy i sposse. then my mum took us to tangs to eat our lunch yadayadaahh. atsome island cafe. geesh their clubsandwich suckksss. hrmms. then she wenta buy shoes while i walked ard. ph didnt wanna come. HRRMMMSSS. hahahahh kay then. bought chocolate(x and some card thing.  &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109247797800696312?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247797800696312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247797800696312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247797800696312' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109247797677578719</id><published>2004-08-14T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T18:06:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah terday was nice(: lols. stayed up till late talking to barn and this morning hadda wake up to go to school. basketball notice board thing. hahahs. ruis noodles rawk(: hahahh. tha celene arrr. she splashed me with somuch water. ahaha garhhh. kayys then shot lotta hoops.then my mum took us to borders. ibought some pcs. like a dollar each. ex. ex.ex hahah saw cher there, hrmms. with her boy i sposse. then my mum took us to tangs to eat our lunch yadayadaahh. atsome island cafe. geesh their clubsandwich suckksss. hrmms. then she wenta buy shoes while i walked ard. ph didnt wanna come. HRRMMMSSS. hahahahh kay then. bought chocolate(x and some card thing.  &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109247797677578719?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247797677578719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247797677578719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247797677578719' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109247796677452878</id><published>2004-08-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T18:06:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah terday was nice(: lols. stayed up till late talking to barn and this morning hadda wake up to go to school. basketball notice board thing. hahahs. ruis noodles rawk(: hahahh. tha celene arrr. she splashed me with somuch water. ahaha garhhh. kayys then shot lotta hoops.then my mum took us to borders. ibought some pcs. like a dollar each. ex. ex.ex hahah saw cher there, hrmms. with her boy i sposse. then my mum took us to tangs to eat our lunch yadayadaahh. atsome island cafe. geesh their clubsandwich suckksss. hrmms. then she wenta buy shoes while i walked ard. ph didnt wanna come. HRRMMMSSS. hahahahh kay then. bought chocolate(x and some card thing.  &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109247796677452878?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247796677452878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109247796677452878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247796677452878' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109238497416251927</id><published>2004-08-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:16:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEWWW ITS TRUE WEIZHEN.yeyy i finallyknow. [nothanks to jia] hahahh hrmms. well todays carolyns last day hea. have fun in sas yehhs? hahah kayys.. so yesterday we had the farewell party. fush me jaz and chris were really pissed cos we didnt gedda eat any pizza and we paid 5bucks each. we got 2bucks back anyways. yes. 2bucks. but yeah. fush was the angriest(: hahah and yeah there was the geog test. ARGH. 8marks gone. the whole settlement page was wrong. WHOLE EFFING @#$(*^@ garhhhhhs. ahhh HECK. hrmms. today: said byyye to carolyn. finally gave renee darling her letter. and cheryls so cuuute. PUFFERFISH (: (: ahhahah nicks made paper stars and i stole 2. HAHAH i stuck my studs in them and made them earrrings. yey lol. nicks then gave me star stickers and i stuck them on my forehead ahhaha oiyi nicks did that tooo. LOL julie called us racist fer that. lol. m not racist btw(: ohhohohhh THERES A BASKETBALL-GOING-OUT-ACTUVITY-THINGEE on tues. yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. aghagga eastcoast right? hahah yeyyyys. kaekae. onemorething. ILOVEYOU RENEE. THNKS FER THE TWISTIES AND THE STUDS. MUACKKS. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109238497416251927?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109238497416251927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109238497416251927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109238497416251927' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109201150693071199</id><published>2004-08-09T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:31:46.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;happy national day!   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;not tha theres anything tobe happy bouts. but.. happy national day all the same(: (: hahahahs. i dont knowwhy the hell i woke up at 7 this morning .. but i did. earlyyyyy. sheesh. imean fer me it is.ahah we settled on the name baby(: and i dont care how stupid it is(x *glances at rui* ahahaha w/e yeahhs. luffyaa. smooch. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109201150693071199?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109201150693071199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109201150693071199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201150693071199' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109192961323868267</id><published>2004-08-08T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T09:46:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where did i leave yall. hmms. yes until the veggie game(: okay. afta the veggie game we went down too play some bball washour hands. etcetc. had dinner. the food was really good(: but i didnt eat much cos i drank truckloads of drinks. bwahhahah. we kept throwing those smalll rice things at each other. and celene chased me ard. ohyahhh,, tha evil poot rubbed the tomato on my back afta vicky stuffed it down my back-.- i had seeeds all over me. ewwws. ahahahah funn anyways. yeappps so we had dinnerrrrr. nicenice. afta tha we wenta change(: (: (: (: we had our playyyy! ahahha the sec3s and sec4s were the bestestest . supa effing funny(: specially the sec3s secondone. lovvvvvedd. that one. ahhah yeys. sec2s dance was cute(: the refreee thing. ahahs. urmms, afta the play mrsB had some talk. then popped the champaigne bottle yadayada. cudnt cut the cake. tha was funny, yamsenged twice. [howeveruspellit] hahas. then we took jacksshiit amt of picccs. like 72(: i recordedthe sec4s play. rongshang and zeying were sooooo cute *screams* lolls. hurrrrahhhhh. igot somuch in my comp. and now. ill have to send pics to the whole team cos i was the only one who brought a camera-.- so everyone wanted a pic with luisa. yey i got one too(: and with the sec2 team(x hahah well ta!! &lt;strong&gt;elissa;bless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109192961323868267?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109192961323868267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109192961323868267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109192961323868267' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109189855115979049</id><published>2004-08-08T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T01:09:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS EFFFFFING GOOOD(: (: (: (: IMEAN BEFORE PASTVSPRESENT.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT MYSELF A PUPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hahahahhah. YEYYYS. like YEYYYYY. crossbreed. female. CARAMEL(: (: the name. yeahhhs. hurrrahhhhh. thankgod i hate beanie. like wtfffs beanie. thats not a name. AHAHHA beanie. anyways. PASTVSPRESENT: wheeeeeehah. ok tha was yesterday. its one now so. so its yesterday(; first half before the veggie game was boring. very boring. like the matches. everyone was just running ard doing nothing. hahah oh yahhs before tha match. jaz+fush+rui+yingxin+grace+me wento 7eleven and waffletown. ahahah yeahs again. lolls. urms back to [5minslater..just fed my dog supper?] ahha yeyys. ok anyways. pastvspresent! afta the match we playedededed. we had this pass-ard-the-veggie game. ahahah i had to bite the green chilli.. EWS? hahaha rongshang touched it(: (: lols. errr. good thing i didnt eat the bittergourd. whahah. and tomato. phew. then we played cucumber captainsball! hahah. fun(: but we lost to the sec4s. duh-.- lols. shooting game! got into the second lvl. and only jia [outof all the sec1bballers] got into the third. ahahahhs. congrats. yeapps. whydont i tell u tomorrowws. afta tuition. kayys. ahaha my dogs whining. omg poor dear. muahhhhs. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109189855115979049?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109189855115979049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109189855115979049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109189855115979049' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109178786102576269</id><published>2004-08-06T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:24:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheehahhahahahhs. just now was shitass funny. my sis was runnign around the pool chasing me and my other sister with a waterbottle. AHAHHA LAME I KNOW. but fuckkks. ahahahahahh. my sisters and mum wenta look fer a dog this afternoon. i didnt wanna go so yeahhh. they found one they liked. but i HAVE to go see it else my mum wont buy it. hrmmms. WTFHFFHFHFHF. ill HAVE to go tomorrow morninnngg. im spossed to be at school at 12. but i can only be at school round 1): feel my pain dammit. oh my cut started bleeding again like.. the fuck? ahhaha cos i was trying to see how deep it was and tried to open it. AHHAAHH I KNOW. STUPIDNESSSS. LOLLLS. gay. so now its alll wrapped up in a plaster again. i hate woodcuttingknives. tuition at 630. i hate the bitch. she scolds me for no reason. and probably gonna scold me fer flunking math and passing science by a mark. GARHS. wish me luck fer eng and hist ahha. ohyeah. yingxin apologised to me and jazreel todday.. wow.. i mean.. gee.. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109178786102576269?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109178786102576269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109178786102576269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178786102576269' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109170977717994188</id><published>2004-08-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T20:42:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;accckkkss my finger ): ): ): *screams* its all numb and swollen nowwww. eurghs. i hate woodcutting knives. i stabbed my finger. like. and my wrist. how stupid that. julie stabbed hers toooo. but she didnt have blood flowing all the way down to her elbow cuzza a stupid finger? lols. becky was like. elissa elissa elissa! *scream scream scream. shakes shakes shakes*ahhaha sooo cuuuuuute. and joanne chia was like. are u okay? 4times. but shes not cute. LOL. geez im somean. jazreel said she wanted to faint cuz it wudnt stop bleeding. w/e enuff with thiiis. tooooo basketball! hahahh ran 6rounds rounda track. yupps. cant wait fer sat5s pastvspresent. whahahhah yeyyys. cantwait. celenes mum better fetch me home(: lols. oh yingxin was annoyed with us today. cos we were all annoying her and her fecking moodswings. god i cant stand her. she said everyone hates her except fush and chris and that she shud quit bball. she wants attention goddamnit. she said we all shud change. and wise ol' rui said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" how can she expect us to change when she doesnt change herself". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;w/e las. but it was a nice quote(: hahas. allison wuz so cute today hahah. chris! allrounderr. OMG I HAVE TO TALK ABT TUES(x (x (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TUESDAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LOLLSS. JIIIIIAAAAAAAA CUTTTEEE FFFECCCKKKKKKKKER(: OMG SHES SOOOOO CUUUTTEE. AHAHHAhAHAH she smashed her face on the glass thingee in the busssssss. HAHAHAHAHA OMMG SHES SOO EFFING CUTE. and she has this weird habit of smiling fer 2secs. ahahha ilovejia. lollls. andnnndndndnddd this lady in 7eleven was arguing with this guy who was being really vulgar.. wooshhahhhh. yingxin me and some acsb guys were like. woahh. AAHHA. . xxx; &lt;strong&gt;bless;elissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109170977717994188?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109170977717994188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109170977717994188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170977717994188' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109144368529219130</id><published>2004-08-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:48:05.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheehahhs. terday was kayy(: i loved hist lesson. the comp lab. nicks and me cheated. bwahahhaha we got all the passwords(: hurrahhhs. ahahahh. my angs heads like whoa. AHAHAHAHHAHA OMG inside joke. AHHAHAHA. blockheadd(: wellls. anywayyys, yingxins eye still a little swollen from trng. so jazreel and me kept like. taunting her. shitass funnayyy. like hey yingxin *with one eye practically shut grinning at her* well. yeah summin like tha. seniors got a match todays NAN CHIAO(: or chau. chiau. uh. chiao i think. well ahwells. hope they won(x find out tomorroowws. OKAY WHERES JAZREEL(: ILOVEJAZREEl. THANKS FER THE MILO DARLING(x ahahhahhh yeyys. and I got to open the 6 papers this time. I. yes .. I. not denise *snorts* ahahahh jazreels so sweet *grins* lols. i got you yeah i got you baby its hard to resist sucha sexay lady. woooshhiie(: songs stuck in me head. whahha. ewwwwww theres no trng fer the next 2weeks? WTF. I WANT TRNG. NATIONAL DAY? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY??&lt;/span&gt; Name me ONE person whose intrested in national day. OH SINGAPORE OH SINGAPORE. *gags* w/e la. hrmms. my stamina needs trng BIGTIME. saddd): HEY AND LINGS TOLD ME SENIORS WON. ahahah YEYYYY. 62-37 summin likethat. HURRAHHHS. ahhahahhh home econs tomorrowww. cooking. ilove cheryl(x ilove my brownies. she loves them too. YES CHERYL BEG FOR THEM(x *smirks* ahhaha loveyall truckloaddds. muarkkers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109144368529219130?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109144368529219130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109144368529219130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109144368529219130' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109129226637137654</id><published>2004-08-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T00:44:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!" 2. Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;4. Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;6. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;7. Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.&lt;br /&gt;8. On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"&lt;br /&gt;10. When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, no, not now, damn motion sickness!"&lt;br /&gt;11. Meow occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;12. Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.&lt;br /&gt;13. Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.&lt;br /&gt;14. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.&lt;br /&gt;16. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"&lt;br /&gt;17. Say "Ding!" at each floor.&lt;br /&gt;18. Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.&lt;br /&gt;19. Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;20. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."&lt;br /&gt;21. Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."&lt;br /&gt;22. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button."&lt;br /&gt;23. Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;24. Stop at every floor, run off the elevator, then run back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109129226637137654?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109129226637137654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109129226637137654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109129226637137654' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109126094497299677</id><published>2004-07-31T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:02:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahahh today was kay(:  lols. but yingxin celene and lings jumped fer the ball during a match and yingxins eye swelled up afta they landed at each othaa. scaryyy.. she was lying on the floor crying and kicking the floor like 20times. *shrugs* hah conditioninngg. lols. elicccas ssooooo cuuttee. ahahahh fushiie told me to look at herr cos she was singing the twinkletwinklelittlestars thing to take her mind of the pain in her legs(x ahhah lols. today was nice yeappo(x our team won!! hahah first and only game(: cos the second game yingxin got injured. well. i got a layup and an underbasket in. bwahah. lings got 2 in too(: and grace got the last underbasket in. hurrahhs. our team: lings.me.amanda.grace.fushiie lols. whyyyy didnt u come jazreel(: today was soo fun. but the strengthening sucked. ouchiies. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109126094497299677?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094497299677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094497299677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126094497299677' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109126094341008655</id><published>2004-07-31T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:02:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahahh today was kay(:  lols. but yingxin celene and lings jumped fer the ball during a match and yingxins eye swelled up afta they landed at each othaa. scaryyy.. she was lying on the floor crying and kicking the floor like 20times. *shrugs* hah conditioninngg. lols. elicccas ssooooo cuuttee. ahahahh fushiie told me to look at herr cos she was singing the twinkletwinklelittlestars thing to take her mind of the pain in her legs(x ahhah lols. today was nice yeappo(x our team won!! hahah first and only game(: cos the second game yingxin got injured. well. i got a layup and an underbasket in. bwahah. lings got 2 in too(: and grace got the last underbasket in. hurrahhs. our team: lings.me.amanda.grace.fushiie lols. whyyyy didnt u come jazreel(: today was soo fun. but the strengthening sucked. ouchiies. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109126094341008655?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094341008655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094341008655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126094341008655' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109126094313658042</id><published>2004-07-31T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:02:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahahh today was kay(:  lols. but yingxin celene and lings jumped fer the ball during a match and yingxins eye swelled up afta they landed at each othaa. scaryyy.. she was lying on the floor crying and kicking the floor like 20times. *shrugs* hah conditioninngg. lols. elicccas ssooooo cuuttee. ahahahh fushiie told me to look at herr cos she was singing the twinkletwinklelittlestars thing to take her mind of the pain in her legs(x ahhah lols. today was nice yeappo(x our team won!! hahah first and only game(: cos the second game yingxin got injured. well. i got a layup and an underbasket in. bwahah. lings got 2 in too(: and grace got the last underbasket in. hurrahhs. our team: lings.me.amanda.grace.fushiie lols. whyyyy didnt u come jazreel(: today was soo fun. but the strengthening sucked. ouchiies. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109126094313658042?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094313658042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094313658042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126094313658042' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109126094277138168</id><published>2004-07-31T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:02:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahahh today was kay(:  lols. but yingxin celene and lings jumped fer the ball during a match and yingxins eye swelled up afta they landed at each othaa. scaryyy.. she was lying on the floor crying and kicking the floor like 20times. *shrugs* hah conditioninngg. lols. elicccas ssooooo cuuttee. ahahahh fushiie told me to look at herr cos she was singing the twinkletwinklelittlestars thing to take her mind of the pain in her legs(x ahhah lols. today was nice yeappo(x our team won!! hahah first and only game(: cos the second game yingxin got injured. well. i got a layup and an underbasket in. bwahah. lings got 2 in too(: and grace got the last underbasket in. hurrahhs. our team: lings.me.amanda.grace.fushiie lols. whyyyy didnt u come jazreel(: today was soo fun. but the strengthening sucked. ouchiies. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109126094277138168?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094277138168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109126094277138168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126094277138168' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109117095665079720</id><published>2004-07-30T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T15:02:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese i hate chinese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate chinese&lt;/span&gt;. guess tha covers everything about today. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109117095665079720?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109117095665079720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109117095665079720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109117095665079720' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109101935478304924</id><published>2004-07-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T20:55:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;congrats sec2s. you did your best(: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;second place i guess(: ahahhah yeys? lols. okay.. on with &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life. *sighs* well as expecteddd flunked math. by like 2points. blahhs. and it was spossed to be an easy test. arghhs. history was reallyyy hardd. sourcebased? wtf. all my memorising was so wastedd. urghs. science tomorrow. i know im spossed to be studying. but my tuition just ended 20mins ago. so im.. resting? blahhs. alkaline. acid. redlitmus bluelitmus. arggghhhhhss. nicks didnt come to school fer 2days. missed hist. lucky dickk. blaghs. trng tomorrow! decided to go cuz my tuition was at 830 anyways. chinese test in friday *runs and cries* blagh. ohyeahhhhh. celene choo peiyiii. she keeps wiping her deeesgusteeng sweat on me!! hahahah. yuckiies. lols. well then. wonda when ill be able to blog again(x hahahh. loveyall loads. muacks xxx &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109101935478304924?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109101935478304924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109101935478304924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109101935478304924' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109074555457078972</id><published>2004-07-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T16:52:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;acckkks. alllll sec1 bballerrrs. why yall all so.. uh. depresseddd? ahhaha weirdofied weirdooos(: lols. cheer up jia celene lings and rui. hahah. whateverrr it iss we'll go through it as a team(x woo(: loveyyouguys. muarrrkkssiiieesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/krista.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www21.brinkster.com/laurenn/" target="new"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109067168762109164?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109067168762109164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109067168762109164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109067168762109164' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109066803153885070</id><published>2004-07-24T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:20:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tday wuz okay(: i dunch want my math back i swear. ofss. ahwells. hrmmms, woke up at 8 thismorning. and sleeping at 2 didnt help at all. urghhs. anyways.. reached school bout urrrhhh. 840 and i had to wait till 855 until rui came. like eurghs. somuch for 9.. the next person toocooomme was clarissa at 910. god. everyone wuz late(x ahhhs. hehhs. hist test on tues. haha okay back to this morning. hrmms&amp;nbsp; we talked a little abt our play but everyone was hungry so we all bought frenchtoast hah. with egg and chicken blahblahhs.we pract our passes till denise said no playing in&amp;nbsp; the canteen *shrugs* hahh. so we stopped. but ended up playing again 15mins later afta theyd left (; woo we rawk(x hahhahah. then we had trng played our math and yadayadadada. yey misschew said our team won(:(: ahhahhs yeyyy. she told me tha im string..&amp;nbsp;fierce on court [thasgood] &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;im always looking at the board when i dribble ahahh ulppps. okay then celene+me took 186 home again. ahhh that freak! ahahhah she keeps wiping her sicksick sweat on me ahhah *sticks out tongue* lols. when i reached home my sisters were swimminngg. gay. so i read some history. like for 10mins. and i fell asleep. then my maid woke me up and said we were going out fer dinner, blahhs. went to novena sq fer our dinnerrrrr. i ate my pasta and my sis ate her fishandchips . my mum ate.. err. okay i fergot. not important. hrms. i bought nother hairband cos my previous one snapped when i was [ fer i dunno what reason ] tryign to make it straight. ahhaha straight! lolllss. gaygaygay. ahwells. snapsnapsnappiie. fushang ur sis so cool(x ahhah woosh im her biggest fan ahhahhah. acckks. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109066803153885070?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109066803153885070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109066803153885070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066803153885070' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109058430900998079</id><published>2004-07-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:05:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;heyyaaass whooshhiie. today wuz nice(x ahahahhs.&amp;nbsp; except the part when i almost got caught using msn during comp studied(= bea and wz were on too. bwahhahhs.anywayys. afta school. we had rememdial. was supa funny cuz i was sitting next to zy. we luffed somuch. ahahhh. cos i said something abt throwing the tissuepacket at jazreels head cos she still cudnt hear me afta i called her 4 times. hahah. she cracked up *shrugs* lols. then afta tha went to waffletown with cel+yingxin+jaz for our.. lunch? 430. hmms. lunch-dinner. linner. yes linner(x(x hahahahh. okayy.. so.. i ordered the waffle with the egg+sausages and yingxinceljaz ordered the same thing-.- the chicken thingee. heck. hahahh. trng tomorrow! first they said duhave.&amp;nbsp;and jaz called me 10mins ago to tell me theres trnggg, garhhh. oh celene needed togoto the toilet at the busstop. and she was all. hrmms. ahhahahhh toilet toilet toilet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;congrats seniors for winning the match!! clapclap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hahah welldone? lols. denise do cute(x she still owes me the cd. hah. kay then. muarksiies. xxx &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisssaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109058430900998079?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109058430900998079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109050837488628984?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109050837488628984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109050837488628984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050837488628984' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109040453350315481</id><published>2004-07-21T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:08:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;awwe i cant blog much these dayys. *sigh* cuz im always coming home latelatelate. lolls. then theres always somuch mathhh homework goddamnit. eurghs. anws..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;whalalahh? racial harmony day(x ahhahhh. chatek competition wtff. ahahhahhh. celene and me messed up.. i managed to get 2.. *shrugs* hahahahhh. dannggg. celene got 4 yeeesh. errms. wz im so happy for youu and .. ahemahem(x(x *cheers* lols. whheeehahh. okayokayys. history lesson was funny cos renee kepty luffing at this lamelame thing i sed. weirdo(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;ermms. sec2s beat theresa! hahhahhahh. woo. their gonna be playing in the nationals. i think. ehh. i lent densie my maron5 cd(x i expect it in tiptop shape when i geddit backk. ahahh not like sylvias waterbottle(: lols. aahhhhh reneedarlings fonr cova broke): i feel ur pain xD noo.. realllyyy! hahahhs. OOOHHHWIIIEE. in the morning cos we came early (spossed to run 2km but it was raininggg. DEH.) jia+me+lings+clarissa went tothe hall. hah shitass funny.. cos i kept saying scary shit. like the puppets and the little ghost boy smiling and etcetc. hahahh. we were ssoooo freakedddd. jia and me specially. but tha lingen ar, supa brave. she went into the hall herseelfff. ohhh the hospital dolly-ghost ahhah. ahwells. its time fer dinnerrr. loveyall loadss. muahmuahmuah &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109040453350315481?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109040453350315481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109040453350315481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109040453350315481' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109019599017353086</id><published>2004-07-19T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T08:13:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;addmeeeeadddme(: add me add mee&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp; hahhhs. im in school now. com studiies baby, aircon! shiit. our classes aicons spoilt. how gays tha. garhhhsss(x so we have to leave the doors open.. hell, no fans. *sweats* ahwells. loveyyou weizhen. super cute cat. want my card(x muahs &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109019599017353086?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109019599017353086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109019599017353086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109019599017353086' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109016447348170999</id><published>2004-07-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:27:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know its my sixth acc but(x(x add me!! hahahhs: &lt;a href="mailto:colouredsocks@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;colouredsocks@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109016447348170999?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109016447348170999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109016447348170999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016447348170999' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109015780959432773</id><published>2004-07-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:41:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omfgomfgomfgomfgomfg. my dad my sis my mom. OMfgg. todays the worst day everevereverrrrr. well not really. but yeahh.. *shrugs* my dad and me had this supa effing big argument. and my mum just yelled at me for being rude toohim. LIKE WTHFF. SHIT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING.. omg. i hatethemall. hrmms. but i doo feeell kinda badd. *sighs* and my sisters bdaes in 3days. like wtf again. i got 5bucks with me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5bucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*shakes head* eeeeecccchhhhhhhh. today sucked. went shopping with my mom and sisters today. isetan thereee. and i was arguing with ellena the whole fucking way.. omg.. i hate today sobad. messed up):&amp;nbsp;omh.. wait.. my sisters bdaes in..&amp;nbsp;2days.. 2DAYS.. OMG... great. fabulous. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109015780959432773?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109015780959432773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109015780959432773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109015780959432773' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-109004729925527000</id><published>2004-07-17T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T16:16:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CHEER UP JIIAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;jiajiajiajiaaaaaa. hahahhs cheerup(x smiilleee(x(x hahhahs u did really well todayy. if it werent fer you i swear we wudve lost the match(: u rawk and we all lovvveeeeeyyyoouuu*muahmuahmuah(x okayys. trng just ended notsolong agoo. we stayed back celenemejialingsfushgraceyingxinamanda. we stayd back to pract shooting. celene arr celene(x soo cuute. calmmm dowwnnn. shes annoying everyone [not celene. SHEEE. carolyn. ] and we all know she idolisssses youuu. HAHAHAHAHAh. wooo(x go celene. ahwells. graces talkign alot more now(x clapclap. hahhs my legs not hurting anymoresss. carolyn.. EURGh. i swear she didnt run 5rounds. omg. "oh why wud i cheat myself" she says to rui hhhrrrmmmmm. maybe cos u suuck u badbad liar xD im so mean i know. hope she doesnt read thisss.. fushangg!!!!! SOO CUUTE. OMG she was talking to me the whole day. SHES SO SUPA CUTE. the watercooler thign. ahahhahahahahahahahhahhhhhh inside joke mannns(x(x(x i almost diedd of lufftter, chheee.. ohyeh, misschews so smart to put us in such nice grpps. but amanda said it was really unfair.. hahahs. &lt;br /&gt;group1: amanda jaziiee fushhhiie yingxin grace &lt;br /&gt;group2: me celene jiaa linggs clarissa [ hahah yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. except for the clarissa part ] &lt;br /&gt;and 2 werent playing. felt sobad for them.blehhs. okay the game was fine. i managed to score once. haahh like wowww. i cudnt do my left llayups properly so i had too pass the ball toocelene once. and she scored. clapclapclap. yey good thing i did that. OH YEH. MiSS CHEW ARH.. HAHAH SO MEAANN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;misschew: eh girl. whats ur name &lt;br /&gt;me: elissaaaa.. &lt;br /&gt;misschew: ohoh okay. got name liddat one meh.. &lt;br /&gt;me: -.-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ahhahahhahh ahwellls. i ent the only one with tha name(x jia en played really well yanoe. she shudnt get upset over nothinggg. she played realllllyyy weeelll.. we all supoort u jiaa(x cheers. oohh yah, our team won *winks* &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-109004729925527000?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109004729925527000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/109004729925527000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109004729925527000' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108996361308647047</id><published>2004-07-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T15:40:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was okayyy. i cant believe that sick shirt won the thingeee. eurghs. yechyechyech): lols. grs shirt was so supa nice. aiiies. lolls. i got my new dress todayyy. carolyns been supa annoying. renees been so brave by telling her off. havent thought of anything for past vs present yet. blahhs. fushangs so funny(x ohyeah. we played captains ball junoww against &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2pr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahas yeapps. i got nataschas blood on my sleeve! lolx. cos her kneww was bleeding and i was snatching for the ball with herr. on the floor. hrrmms. they were the second batch. really good. but the person who got all the goals wuz natascha. hahah. den told us some stuff which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;surprised meee. cant say anything): jazreel knows. shes so mean to yingxin. she was like: can u go away. ahahahhahahhh. ahwells. the first batch we played againts. omg lifeless bitches. they threw the ball at us when it wuz our turn just cos they were losing. eurgghhs. ahwells. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108996361308647047?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108996361308647047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108996361308647047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108996361308647047' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108989567997057453</id><published>2004-07-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:47:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PAST vs PRESENT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;wheehahs todays trng was okayyy(x elicas so cute ahahahahahahhahahah. shit. lol shes so nice(x anyways, wasnt very tired today fro some reason.. even though when we were doing fourcorners like only lingen and me were shouting our the numbers. hrmmms, wasnt tireddd. didnt stop didnt whatever. weird. lols. yeyyy=D hahahh erms. for tha match thingeee i scored one goal ahahha blahs. celeneeeeeeeEEESSSHSHHSHHSHS. 3? &gt;=( ahahahha jkjjk(: lols ermmms. issit me or is carolyn sucking up to celene and me &lt;strong&gt;LOADS.&lt;/strong&gt;. hurrrrhhhhh. gayed fob. ilikeit. fobfobfob fob fob fobbbyyy. ahah. ahwells. my leg hurts. musclleeepulll. eurghs): OH YEAH OUR CLASS WON THE DEBATE SHIT.. against GR. OMFGGg. AHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHhAAHhahahAhahAH everyone was like: " u think we can actually beat gr? pfft. fuck no "... ANNNNNNNDDDDDDD AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAh huurraahhhhsss. proud of julie sylvia.. not tara. but ahhaha wells(:  ihateher so its okay i guessss. wooopppiie(x happyhappyhapppyyy. wootwoot bah(:(: renees such a nice partner(: iloveyou renee ahhah. so fierce to carolyn! ahahhh ILIKE IT. muahhhs. &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108989567997057453?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108989567997057453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108989567997057453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989567997057453' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108982365328583319</id><published>2004-07-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T00:47:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ackkk. its late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108982365328583319?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108982365328583319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108982365328583319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108982365328583319' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108979699580420002</id><published>2004-07-14T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:23:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;br /&gt;And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away &lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending &lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending &lt;br /&gt;oh oh, oh oh, oh oh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH im in love with avrillavignes-my happy ending. ive come tooo respect her more noowww. why does everyone say shes a poser. becos of the clothes she wear? hahahahh everyone in america dresses like tha. dumb fobs. eurghs. ahahah shes really pretty(x ahahh anywayyyyys, woke up. went too school. workworkwork. chinese remedial. bus home. SORRY CELENE ahahha(x i promised cheryl. lols. sorrysorrryyy ahahha xD lol. wzs retarded. hehs. jazreel owes me milo. hurry ask ur mumtooooobuy(=(= THANKYOU PARF FORRR THHEEEEE SOOOONGGGgg. shiiits. shes really annoying now .. yes, ************* aahahah. renees shud know who im talking abt. that idiot who keeps stickign to me. jazreel u shud know tooo.. omg lesbian... &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108979699580420002?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108979699580420002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108979699580420002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108979699580420002' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108973230683717560</id><published>2004-07-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:25:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahah jeremy sumpterrrrr!! OMFG. hes hotterrr than daniel ahahahahhahah. dohhhhhh(x i watched peterpan like 3times last night. and im gonna watch it again laters! ahahahh i ent sickoofffiitt. hes so hott(x whahah. anywayyysss today was hella funnnnnnnnnnnn+yyyyy. funnny+funnn. yeahhhs. and tiringg. ahahah we ran tooothat place NIE? i dont think so. err whateverr, and ran 10rounds round the court there. stupid mgs munchkins AHHAHAHA lol. netball-mgs munchkins xD lol. ahheckk, lets skip that part. we walked tooo the bus stop in the rain. wet wet wet! EURGH. MY EFFING FILE. was a leeetle wet(= ahhaah went back tooschool, trained at gallery2 some weird ball thingeee. faking. yeapps. fakinggg. ahha. fakefakefake(: i stepped ona ball and fell! jesusss. "are u okay" " are u okay" "are u okay" ahhahahh lol. thenn.. we did somemore faking. went tooooo hall . 1vs1 again!! sec1vssec1 WHEEEHAAAAAHHhhh. the final score: &lt;strong&gt;2:2&lt;/strong&gt; aahahah. gay larhhhh... celene and me scored one each for our team *^5* ahah and yingxin and jaz scored for the other team. blahhhss. wahhh jazreel so pro tyco also can geddit in(x ahahs. THANKYOU FOR THE NICELY WRAPPED UP err. MILO. ahahah THANKEEEEEEW JAZREEEEEEL(x muahmuahh. lol. OHYEAHHHHHHHH.. on the way ouutt of school celene and me were walking tooo the busstop. and some bitch wuz speedingggggg and he drove over the bigbig puddle of water-.- andd. SPLASH. shitttttt. MY EFFING FILE U JERKKK. so i was shoutiong bitch really loudddddd[ at the car ] ahahhh. and celene as cursing. SO CUTEEEEEE(x so cuute. lol. under her breath. cursiing. she was scarry in the complab ahhah. she was pissed with the vanessa gay. sherms acting all weird. ahha. ahwells. my bag got wet and my books got wet cos of that dumb fob. blahhs. my socks and shoes were really wet. celenes too ! shit ahhaha. bubblesbubblesbubbles. garhhs. carolyns been strannnnge lately. SHE KEEPS TALKING TO ME&gt; LIKE WTF. ahahh i dont even know her(x lolx. jazreel luffed at me cos carolyn was all: ELISSA ELISSA. in the buusssss. OMMGGGggg. GAYYYYYYY. she was so far away and she kept shoutingmy name.. jazreel yingxin making faces and luffing. jesus. evil freak(x ahahah. woo(: long entry. nights then&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108973230683717560?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108973230683717560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108973230683717560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108973230683717560' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108962806217504903</id><published>2004-07-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:27:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yyyeyeyeyeyeyyyyyyyy thnkkkkksssss nickkss!&lt;/strong&gt;(x wooo. peterpan cddd. ahahhahahah HURRAHHH. jeremysumpter=P lol..&lt;br /&gt;hothothothottt ahahhhhhhah finished writing bev her letter and that funny little autographish thing in rachels book. yeappps. mathhh homeworkk garhhh. trngg tomorrooww. garhhhhhhh. ahhaahh yeah well then. seeya x &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108962806217504903?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108962806217504903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108962806217504903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962806217504903' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108952157522459714</id><published>2004-07-11T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:52:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=459" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#000000 bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center bgcolor='083360'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=459' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;&lt;font style='color : ffffff; 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font-size: 9pt;'&gt;New - Kwiz.Biz &lt;a href='http://astrology.kwiz.biz' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;Astrology and Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108952157522459714?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108952157522459714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108952157522459714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108952157522459714' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681782.post-108947035764443809</id><published>2004-07-10T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T22:39:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh daniel radcliffe! holy shiittt. hotdammit. ahahahhh gee(x moving onnnnn. been reading lotsa shit about him lately.. hrmms. oh i missed trng today. I HEARD ONLY 7PEOPLE TURNED UP. WTF AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAha. 7PEOPLE?? jesusususssss. and 2 left after an hour. chris and jaz. aww poor misschew(: lol. had tuition la. cudnnt gooo.. heck. i wish i went. no seniors, mucho better. lols. wzs shitass funny. &lt;em&gt;is that daniel in the picture? nice.&lt;/em&gt;.. ahhahahahahahahah. lol. jazreell! milo!!! ahahahah inside joke.. lolx. havent been talking to nicks and her cute little frends lately. heckss, one more thing before i leave.. THANKYOU MUCHMUCHMUCHO MEECHO DARLINGGG FOR HELPING ME WITH THE BLOG(x THANKKYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU muahmuahmuahhs &lt;strong&gt;bless;elisza_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681782-108947035764443809?l=crossed-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108947035764443809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6681782/posts/default/108947035764443809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossed-heart.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947035764443809' title=''/><author><name>elissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
